Where do I begin? What do I say? Well, to be honest my friend, I’m not exactly sure but, I will give it my best effort.

These are my first thoughts I’ve actually written down since Mom passed. Each minute, hour and day since she left my thoughts have been all consuming my mind and flooding my heart. At times they’re swirling overhead like a vortex. I don’t want to write just to write. I pray each word, phrase, and sentiment honors her, her children, grandchildren and great grands always.

There are so many things that are luminescent. A blushing bride, an expectant mother, fresh fallen snow when a full moon is cast, stars reflecting on the lake, the glow of a porch light shining in the dark, fire flies twinkling in a Mason jar on a fair summer evening, a blue moon shining bright lighting up the turn row and, yes sometimes death.

It is difficult to articulate, and so very hard to explain. She was luminescent when she passed, beautiful, comfortable, resting, at peace. It was a great honor and privilege to be with her for close to a year. The memories I have will be treasured for a lifetime until that day I take my very last breath and run to the arms of Jesus.

She trusted me to wash her hair, go grocery shopping, do small chores and the biggest of all… love her son. He is her treasured only boy whom she prayed for. I promised her again last week just as I made a vow to Mark on our wedding day, I will serve him, care for him, and love him for the rest of my life.

Holding her hand I leaned over her bed and said, “Mom, I’ll take good care of him and try not to spoil him too much.”

Her eyes closed using every ounce of energy she whispered, “Too late!”

That was Mom.

“Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. John 5:24 (NIV)

That’s all I can do for now. Although my quantity of time was small, and no, she wasn’t my blood mother, my heart for her was huge.

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33 thoughts on “Luminescent”

That’s so beautiful on the prompt. Actually in Indian mythology, a person nearing to death looks luminescent.. They say may be his intuition says he knows he is going to die.. It’s difficult to express. I had the same thoughts of describing this prompt but I could not put into words. Brilliant use of the prompt:)

Your gift of loving Mark’s Mom as if she were your own made me get teary eyed, Missy.
She was blessed to have you (and family) close by. You were blessed to know her so intimately. This was so sad, but also so sweet. Thank you for sharing this. 🌹